ReXed - The Tale of lonelygurl98's livejournal
 

Sifting through twelve-point memories,
gathering dust in some forgotten folder.

Avatar of the Virgin's sanguine tear,
claiming to have been cursed at birth.

Repressed words, now all capitalized --
all along, screaming in digital silence.

Looking for a face to match the pain,
the photograph, like you, is gone.

Ending with a few incoherent sentences,
the last will and testament of the unloved.

Wherever she may be, she's no longer alone
for now I address my diary to lonelygurl98.